Location is Obsolete

By Ash K. Gray

By the Pyramids

Is where I lived

The air was thick

And the walls were chipped

The sky was blue

But grey in hue

And we hadn’t a clue

What to do

By the Pyramids

Is where I used to be

People mocked and smacked

And crashed my glee.

Why not them

Why always me?

Veiled beneath

the shadow of a tree

By the Pyramids

Is where I’m not

Now in another place

Still left to rot.

By, away, near or far

It seems so cruel.

It’s filled with gnarl.

I was by the Pyramids,

People always recognize.

And away from the Pyramids

It seems I still agonize.

Ash K. Gray is a young Egyptian author, poet and artist who can typically be spotted lurking within the shadows of horrors undefined or hanging in the swamps of comedies undivine. Gray’s work has appeared in Subliminal Surgery, Moonbow Magazine, Beneath The Mask, Dreck Zine and Midsummer Magazine, as well as a few others. You might be able to capture Ash with a net. This is not a guarantee.